As I was buckling my daughter into her car seat, she began talking. I looked at her and realized that she wasn’t talking to me. She was just thinking aloud. Her internal dialogue was escaping, and she didn’t seem aware of it.
What did she say?
“I want to use Mommy’s phone. I haven’t used Mommy’s phone all day. I’m going to ask her to use it when she gets in the car. I’m going to ask nicely.”
I shudder to think what other things she may be plotting.
